Yu Sheng fell beside a pillar, feeling the blood and vitality gradually flowing from his body, while the "Artificial Saintess" pressed heavily on him, like a lifeless block of iron, motionless.
A low, chaotic noise emanated from the metal shell of the opponent, sounding like some critical component was in its final idle after severe failure, and some viscous liquid, like blood plasma, slowly seeped from the gaps in her outer shell, carrying heat and corrosion, exuding a metallic texture, mixed with a suspicious dark red.
Yu Sheng tried hard to push, barely pulling the two blades that pierced him from his body, but he was unable to push the now entirely lifeless shell of the opponent off himself.
"Hey, really dead?" He gasped, looking at the motionless Iron Puppet, saying skeptically.
